Bucky Barnes: The love of my life

"Can we go home?"

WARNING: Dom/sub, demeaning words, threats

The waitress came back about ten minutes later with our dinner. Again...flirting with my husband. 

"Here you go." She says as she puts his plate in-front of him then mine. "Can I get you anything else?" She places her hand on his shoulder and starts running it down to his elbow. 

I clear my throat, reminding her i'm right fucking there. James shrugs her off. "No. We're fine." She smiles repeating her previous motion. "Alright, i'll be back in a few minutes to check on you."

She flashes an idiotic, annoying smile and sways her hips dramatically as she walks away. 

"Am I over-reacting to this? Because I really want to either hit her or make out with you in-front of her." He chuckles placing his thumb over my bottom lip. "I prefer the later doll." He lightly kisses me and I can't help but smile.

We finish eating and order dessert, I guess to waitress took the hint because she never came back after bringing our food to us. We ordered two small lava cakes. 

James cuts his first bite before me and holds the fork up gesturing for me to open my mouth. I do and I take the bite. It's rich, warm, gooey. Impeccable. I hum at the delicious taste and he chuckles. He takes his thumb and wipes it over my Botton lip where I've made a mess of the chocolate. 

His movements slow, sensual, loving. he smiles warmly at me and he takes the chocolate on his thumb to his mouth. His warm smile turns devilish. He gestures for me to sit on his lap and I do. 

He kisses my cheek before continuing eating. After taking a bite of my own his hand slides up my dress making me jump slightly. I look around to see if anyone noticed but its late and at this point its just us and one other couple at the opposite side of the restaurant. 

Staff nowhere in sight. His hand moves slowly up my thigh, making my core heat quickly. I feel a pool growing between my legs. He's still eating, nonchalant, like he's not trying to turn me on. 

I follow his lead and try to act normal even though his hand is stroking over my panties. His touch light, playful, tormenting. I bite down on my fork when his pace picks up, running over my heat.

"James." I whine. Needy. Quietly. 

He chuckles, low and husky. Moving my underwear to the side, sliding his finger over my naked wetness. "shhh sweetheart. Finish your dessert, keep quite." I bite my lip and nod.

I try to eat, so fast I almost choke. James picks up on what I'm trying to do and slows down. "Fuck." I whisper. "James, can we go home?"

Practically a pool in his hands. He chuckles and waves the waitress over not removing his hand. It's not noticeable what he's doing because of the tablecloth but It still makes me nervous.

"Can we get-" as he's talking I grab him from under the table, squeezing his hard on in my tiny hand. He grunts, not loud enough for her to pick up on it. "the check please?" He finishes. 

"Of course, anything else before you go?" He picks up on her flirtatious tone again. "No. Thats all." He struggles to get out as I palm him. His fingers curl up inside of me making me whine slightly but I cover it up with a cough.

She looks at me like I have the plague before scurrying off. "Get your hands off doll." I shake my head no and bite my lip. He shoves another finger inside of me, making that three now. I slam my fist on the table trying to keep myself together. 

"I said now." He says through gritted teeth. I'm so close, one more pump of his thick fingers and his demeaning tone and i'll fall over the edge. He senses as I start contracting on his fingers. He rips his fingers out and sucks them off quickly but not missing  a drop. He moves to growl in my ear. 

"Doll, I know I have been very dominant with you lately, you've softened me up. But tonight?" He nibbles on my ear roughly. "Tonight, you're gonna be my little whore again okay?"

His words make me even more needy. I gulp, my throat had become intensely dry, trying to regain some of the moisture. Useless. The waitress comes back to the table and places the check in my husbands free hand, the other stroking the inside of my thigh instead of continuing his previous motion, driving me crazy.

It was a game now, he wanted to show me he was in charge, but the more I push back, the more sex I get. Earth-shattering, leg shaking, breath taking, dirty, dirty sex. And I needed that. I really fucking needed that.

"Here you go Mr. Barnes." The waitress interrupts my dirty thoughts with her annoying ass voice. She's still standing there, for what reason? I don't know. But the territorial wife I am is kicking in and i'm even more frustrated after being edged. I lean closer to James and kiss his jaw and he's looking over the check and getting out his card.

"At the slow pace you're going, we might have to do it in the car, Sergeant." Barely a whisper. Loud enough for her to hear. Her eyes widen and James chuckles and bites his lip. He knows what i'm doing.  

He hands the little book back to the waitress, she's walks away without saying anything. When she's gone he holds a death grip on my thigh with him metal arm. God, how I love that arm.

He harshly barks into my ear, "Pull some shit like that again and I'll edge you until you're in tears begging me to fuck you."